Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 334: Hammer His Face
Even a guy like Taylor had to admit that he had grown up again today.

At this moment he was stroking Bjorn's metal body and speaking in a tone like teasing a puppy.

"Good boy, who's Ruth's good wolf?"

"Look, you smashed Magnus's cub into a pulp. Even the Primarch would wake up laughing in his dreams..."

"Come on, Bjorn, the Most Ancient Wolf, calm down. Let's have a proper fight and don't let those Thousand Sons make fun of us!"

Taylor muttered to himself, hoping to calm the old man's temper, while Bjorn just smashed the corpse of the Thousand Sons wizard and cursed.

"Those damned things used witchcraft to deceive my brothers and my children..."

"God damn it, Ruth, I got tricked and I'm still telling those boys stories!"

"The Wolves are gone, the Thousand Sons are here!"

"The prophecy has come, the day of the end..."

Taylor couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he heard this, but he didn't tolerate it. He increased the output of his power armor and punched Bjorn's iron coffin.

If you ask yourself, a mortal's fist is definitely useless against a dreadnought, but Taylor's fist is stronger because he is blessed by the Waagh's stance, and Caul spent a lot of money when making this prototype.

This actually broke the old wolf's defense, and the ancestor covered his face and cursed.

“It hurts. It really hurts!”

"What did you eat, kid? You hit me so hard that all the teeth I have are about to fall out!"

Taylor said. "You're wrapped up in that metal. The Dreadnought can make you lose control of your emotions."

"You've been embedded in them for too long, and the Emperor, in his goodness, told me to just give it a punch, and that's all I can do."

Bjorn said, his face covered by his giant mechanical arm. "Really?"

Taylor replied guiltily. "Of course!"

In fact, he just thought that since the appliance was broken, he had to punch it, so he hit it subconsciously.

The good news is that it works, the bad news is that he has to blame it on the Emperor himself.

After all, he was putting the blame on his immediate superior's father, forcing him to apologize to the emperor in his heart.

After all, as one of the only designated supreme gods in this universe, he must give the Emperor some face. Fortunately, the result is good, so the Emperor will also approve.

At least that's what Taylor thought. What did the Emperor really think?
Never mind, those state religion priests won’t care either. They’ll still declare that everything was done by the Emperor, right?
Thinking of this, Taylor couldn't help but sigh, and then observed the situation.

Currently, not many areas of Wolf Fang Castle have been breached, mostly due to insufficient manpower due to the Skadi Regiment's elite troop strategy.

That number of enemies should be able to be dealt with by automatic turrets, at least Taylor is optimistic about this.

But the biggest problem at the moment is the Space Marine wearing a strange horned helmet.

how to say?

Taylor knew from looking at the technique that could pause everything that this guy was definitely someone famous, but his attire was a bit too performance art-like...

It wasn't difficult for him to guess who was on the other side, but it didn't really matter who it was.

The core issue now is how to make those guys give up...

Thinking of this, Taylor suddenly realized what his mission was.

He took a breath and said, "Tell the boys to bring the heads of the wizards we killed, line them up, and hang them on the cart. We will open the fortress and exit from the front..."

Roland asked. "Boss, are you crazy?"

The cult girl said uncertainly. "This is a declaration of war!"

The girl from Lightlin also emphasized, "Boss, if you don't want to eat delicious food, I still do!"

Taylor cursed in a fit of rage. "Why is it that every time I back down, you guys just move forward without hesitation? You're scared when I dare to move forward?"

The cult girl said without hesitation, "Because your plan sounds a bit far-fetched!"

Taylor said. "Don't worry, I know what those Chaos Space Marines are like."

"They're just like the greenskins. As long as you're strong enough, they'll be willing to sit down and talk. But if you're cowardly, they'll get even more aggressive!" "And they all like big, strong guys!"

The cultist girl couldn't help but whisper. "No, I'm also a Chaos believer..."

"Why do you speak so badly of me?"

Taylor said. "So, tell me, what's the difference between the Chaos Chosen Champion and the Greenskin Boss?"

The cultist girl replied, "The champion is a powerful person gifted by the gods!"

Taylor replied, "The Green Boss was chosen by Mao!"

The cult girl replied awkwardly. "They were all born after many trials..."

Taylor replied, "The boss also came out one step at a time!"

"In general, the Greenskin Boss is the Chosen Champion, and the Greenskin Warboss is the Chaos Lord!"

The cultist girl replied with a grim expression. "Yes... they are all green-skinned..."

Bjorn and Fenris's newly minted Primaris couldn't help but laugh at this moment. "Indeed!"

"Then let's do it! We'll help you too!"

Taylor sighed and said, "I really don't like being in the spotlight..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "We have to prepare to meet the other side!"

At the same time, Ahriman also realized that the situation was not normal. The fortress's landing combat team was extremely inefficient, he said a little dissatisfied.

"There's obviously something in there."

He decided to go and see for himself, but before he could act, the gate of the fortress opened by itself.

Behind the gate, several armored vehicles drove forward, and dozens of wizard heads were hung on one of them.

And in the middle of them was a strange spliced vehicle, with dozens of Space Wolves and a Dreadnought standing next to it.

Ahriman spoke immediately. "Bjorn..."

"It's really ironic that my carefully designed trap didn't catch the biggest fish."

Bjorn laughed. "Huh, Ahriman? I knew it was you. Why would you run wild in Wolffang instead of staying in the shadows to continue your evil research?"

"Look, I'm going to tear your head off and sacrifice it to Russ!"

Taylor said at this moment. "Well, the Wolf King is not dead yet..."

Bjorn quickly changed his tone. "A sacrifice to Sanguinius!"

Ahriman couldn't help laughing. "You stupid beast..."

He moved forward quickly, spiritual energy gathering in his palms, but now, Taylor came out and shouted to Ferenstan!
"Stop, traitor! We can talk!"

Ahriman hesitantly put away his spell, then said, "What is there to discuss?"

Taylor answered uneasily at this moment, although he tried his best not to be seen by others, holding up his chest like a rooster.

"Of course it's a truce!"

"Also, I can make Nurgle fail! And I am certain that you will not be able to capture the Wolf Fang Fort, and will be forced to lose the area you just occupied due to the loss of a large number of troops!"

"If you don't want to disappoint Tzeentch, then listen to me! It will benefit both of us!"

Ahriman laughed now. "Very interesting..."

"But what can you do if I don't listen?"

Taylor shuddered, then immediately shouted, "Then I'll transform you from a Chaos Lord into a dead soul!"

"If you refuse, then I swear in the name of the Emperor that you will not leave Fenris today!"

(End of this chapter)